AHMAD AL-KHATAT- POEMS

​Ahmad Al-Khatat. He was born in Baghdad on May 8th (1989). From Iraq, he came to Canada at the age of 10, the same age when he wrote my very first poem back in the year 2000. He also Ahmad has been published in several press publications and his insightful. And he currently studies Political Sciences, and move on to study Journalism at the Concordia University in Montreal.

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                       DUE TO MY COLOR SKIN… 


​ I wake up alarming of 
The sun begets me lightless. 
 
 I walk with one-foot in  
Grave, weak to find a mate. 
 
 I am a guard fencing  
In an observant civilization. 
 
 I fail in Cheerfulness, 
Facing my tearful bleakness. 
 
 Due to my color skin, 
Unmentionable as one being. 
 
 I write slant rhyme, 
Amongst the loner villains. 
 
 I renounce old times, 
Onto my beloved generosity.  
 
                           CHRISTMAS MELANCHOLY… 
 
Joys faces arises more  
During Christmas days 
Selfishness and hatred 
Dollars fly away easily 
 
Widow stays by tears 
Couple decor the tree 
Orphan sees the snow 
Rich steals of homeless  
 
Dreams melt with snow 
Death hid above wishes  
Hopes die with bombs 
Refuges breath of blood 
 
Santa weeps and weeps 
Syria kids thing of space 
They have no more land 
For Santa to come now 
 
Santa cries and cries  
Kids in Iraq forget him 
Isis creates their own  
Fearful and terrifying  
 
Santa drink and drink 
Kids in Palestine died 
Israeli makes his own 
Stingy to give a penny 
 
Foundations shut down 
African kids blame God 
Their tears are now blood 
Humanity still shopping  
 
 Youth smoke illegal drugs  
No mind to buy the grace 
Youth drink visible Cancer 
Without seeking the wisdom  
 
In exile, 
Everyone does a gift exchange 
In homeland, 
Everyone shares one slice of bread… 
 
                                 FREEDOM ON EARTH… 
 
As one immigrant, 
I always seek for  
Freedom in exile. 
 
I thought it was  
In a can or frozen  
Food, or a liquor. 
 
So many confusions, 
A few long questions, 
Nobody have the facts. 
 
I did math with letters, 
I got Aero in percentage, 
Joy versus grief in numbers. 
 
I read the moon diary, 
From the sun rays to 
Find the answers I need it. 
 
The freedom on earth, 
It’s becoming a nightmare,  
Humans are now animals. 
 
Teenagers are growing fast, 
Adults are falling in depression, 
Parents are walking separate it. 
 
Keep up with the Kardashians, 
Your dream to be Kim or Khloe, 
Learn from their lives and live. 
 
Freedom it’s a new religion, 
With a holy magazine of Playboy, 
Awful fantasies are the prayer. 
 
The pastor of church weeps, 
The nun become one striper, 
The sinner owns Jesus Chris. 
 
The devil win over freedom, 
Fighters kill their own relatives, 
No mercy to baby breast milking. 
 
The poet writes and nobody read, 
The homeless attend all funerals, 
And the poems die in bible verses.  
 
The freedom on earth it’s a miracle, 
The magicians cannot change it, 
As long as humans run carelessly.